"What do you want?" I snarled at my uncle, giving him my signature icy cold glare. He just smiled, his scarred cheeks moving along with his lips.

"Aww. No hi? I knew you would be difficult. With your poor family dead. And your father's lying." He smiled at me, getting off my bed, coming towards me. I kept my ground, pushing the fear of him to the back of my mind. Don't give him what he wants. Fight him to the very end. I growled, as he approached.

"What do you want, mother fucker?"

"Aww what's wrong? Why are you so angry at me? I didn't get your mother and sister killed. That was all you. Well...with the help of those spirits. Ryan misses you! It helps me torture him," he smiled. Don't let him get to you. Don't give in to feelings! Ryan I mean the Jackal killed the only family you had and forced you into hiding! But the angry princess killed Becka- And the Jackal killed your mom! Don't you even care about her! Well duh but not as much as- Don't even finish that thought! Both are already dead! It doesn't matter if you cared more about Becka more!

"Would you just answer my fucking question! What do you want!" I shrieked, pinning him to a wall, glaring into his cold gray eyes.

"Feisty. I like it. I need you to do something for me."

"I will not help you." I growled. Suddenly, he spun me around, pulling my arms behind my back holding them with one hand, my back against him. I fought against him, trying to kick him or step on his feet.

"You will not have a choice in the matter. You will help me. Whether you like it or not." He whispered in my ear, as he placed a cloth over my mouth and nose. The world began to spin, as I felt unconsciousness take over me. My body grew limp into his arms, and the world disappeared.

I woke up, my mind aching in my skull. I refused to open my eyes, knowing that there was probably going to be a bright light on the other side of my lids, which would make my aching worse. Sooner or later I will. I'll wait for later to come. Instead, I lay there, feeling the soft fabric under my body, and the warm plush blanket on my body. Then the memories of what happened entered my head. My amber eyes snapped open, then quickly shut because of the pain in my head, to quick for me to get a clear look of where I was. Not like I needed it. God dammit. Why am I back here? Where everything happened?

"Autumn, baby. I know you're wake up. You can open your eyes." I heard my uncle call. I growled, then slowly opened my eyes, wanting to be able to see an attack coming. I felt my face, feeling glasses on me. The glasses. My eyes darted around the room, waiting for a ghost to appear. "Don't worry, my bride. They're all locked up downstairs...for now." My eyes found my uncle's standing form.

"What do you mean by bride! I am not marrying you! Nor helping you at all!"

"Like I said before...You have no choice in any matter." He basically purred at me. I gave him a look of disgust, and hate. He strutted over to me, his scarred face glowing victory. I smirked, knowing my comment will kick his victory to Mars.

"I see the Jackal kicked your ass and you still have the scars to prove it," I smirked. I watched, as his ego slowly deflated. He glared at me.

"Bitch. You will help me and be my bride. Very very soon."

I gave him a even worse disgusted look. "Look, Scarface. It's illegal for us to be married! We're related!" I growled, through my clenched teeth.

"Aww. That's where you're wrong. Autumn and I are related. Me and Valerie are NOT related. So me and you can be wed. By the way, nice job. Getting a new identity and everything. You are so perfect to be my bride. Quick thinker. Smart. Smoking hott," he said, checking me out at the end.

"You're a pig. You're 40! I'm 20!" I growled, getting off the bed, and going right into his face.

"A man wants what a man wants. Besides have you not seen Hugh Hefner? He's like 80 and the hot bitches he's with are 20!"

"I'm not a Playboy bunny!"

"You will be my Playboy bunny," he smirked, as a look of utter repulsion, and loathing.

"I will never be your anything! Including your wife," I shrieked, spitting in his slapped me, causing me to turn my head. The sting in my cheek, gave me more fuel to almost rip him to shreds. Autumn, calm down. You already have two murders on your file. You don't need three. I turned my face slowly back to him, glaring.

"You will be my wife, even if I have to drug you into it. I will make you my wife. There's no getting around it. No ghost can help you." He growled. I glared. "Oh stop that glaring! You will have your pretty face stuck like that."I gave him a dirty look, making him glare, before I stopped glaring. "Good girl. Listen to your new master." I just looked at him. "Well. Let's go get married. My way. Where you can't object."

"Now you're man and wife. Kiss your bride," said the man before me. My uncle's version of a wedding was not having me speak. At all. Just stand there. As my uncle kissed me, I couldn't help but remember how the Jackal used to kiss.

When we entered his house, he finally stopped kissing me. I still had the same clothes on from yesterday along with the glasses. "I know you're a virgin so I won't be so rough with you..." he whispered in my ear, trying to be seductive.I pushed him away, and stomped off, hoping I would lose him in the maze.

"Autumn! Come back here!" I heard him cry, before his pounding foot steps began to follow me. I started to run, my combat boots slamming on the floor, echoing. "Autumn!"

I ran down the stairs, into the basement, passing by the familiar cages. Even his. I couldn't stop. I had to keep going. To stop him from finding me. Before he took my innocence. The only thing I held dear to me. Was my innocence. Everything else was gone now. My family was murdered in my hands, when I should of been protecting them. I hid in one of the main corners, but was able to see down the halls that he could come towards me through. I looked over my head, waiting for footsteps to approach. Suddenly I heard his laughter. His insane laughter. I looked towards my right to see him, approaching me quickly. He picked me up and spun me around.

"Autumn! You came back!" He cried, when he finally put me back on the ground. I just looked at him, remembering the way he attacked my mother. "Autumn?"

"Don't come near me," I whispered, backing away before running again.